A couple of segments in last nights soma-wanderings…

My wife actually triggered the memory of a small portion. I’m sweeping up a small room. Out of the sweepings crawls what looks like a large red tick. Its about the size of a quarter, and flat, as if it is unfed. Suddenly it pops out wings like a beetle, and flies back into the sweeping debris.

In another segment, I’m in an apartment-like structure. The multi-story buildings are put together like mismatched children’s blocks. There are winding walkways throughout, and people are walking everywhere. The people all seem to be women in bikinis. I’m in a kind of cart. I see another cart that is horse-drawn. Mine isn’t. There is an electric pod that drives my cart. A separate unit. I have to keep my feet on it in order to drive anywhere.

Nothing to report from last night. The first thought upon awakening was to ask myself if I dreamt anything. I’ll try to force one for tomorrow.

I don’t remember much of this one except that I’m part of a crew, in a space craft, out near Saturn. The planet must be the moon Titan, because we’re coming down over a methane sea. Part of the craft submerges into the methane, and you can see the frost instantly develop on the inside of the craft, level with the surface of the ocean. I can feel my feet start to freeze.

This is one dream that I’ve remembered reasonably clearly…

I’m part of a military fire-squad, actively involved in some conflict. I’m the squad telekinetic. We approach a river and need to cross it. I think the entire squad up in the air, and start moving across the river. For some reason, my concentration falters, and we dip down about waist-deep into the water. But I raise everyone back up and across. Suddenly, we’re pinned down under fire. I’m lying face-down behind a low rock. I can feel my backpack being shredded by enemy fire.

That’s about all I can remember of that one.

Not much to say. I know I was dreaming, but I can’t remember anything about them. Who knows, maybe something will happen to trigger the memory.

As with most of my dreams, I can’t remember how they got started, but from some point within them. In this particular dream, I’m not really me, but some other person. Its like I’m dreaming from a story that is going on in my head. All the pertinent characters in the dream I don’t know or recognize.

I seem to be in some kind of military academy. There are people in uniforms I don’t recognize, marching in ranks within a courtyard that is surrounded on all sides by a two story building forming a rectangle. I don’t feel any fear. I’m standing somewhat in the center of the courtyard. I see a (high ranking?) person rising up out of the ground. I look down at the ground around me and I can see that there are other people in the ground. Only their noses are showing through the sparse grass.

I join a group of people that are being led in what looks like a karate class. We are performing moves and actions. A young woman taps me on the shoulder from behind, and beckons me to follow her. I follow her towards the building on one side of the courtyard. We go through a door, down a hallway, and exit on the other side of the building, outside of the courtyard. I turn and look at the building and see an old, wooden staircase leading up to the second floor.

For some reason, I seem to recognize this staircase. The woman tells me I must go on alone. As I bolt up the stairs, a feeling of longing rushes over me. Very emotional. At the top of the stairs is a hallway, and a door. I go through the door and I’m overwhelmed by old memories (not mine, but what this character seems to remember). This is my old third grade classroom. I look around, wondering what became of my third grade teacher. From the corner of my eye, I see an old woman walking towards me. As I turn to her, tears flood my eyes. It is my old teacher. She’s still alive. We hug each other…

Then I wake up.

A very emotional dream. Kind of disturbing, but not in a bad way.